Thursday, 22 May 1879

There are more intrigues for this monster... The police are on the point of expelling him, and I believe my mother is going to intercede. No comment, is there?
She received a telegram from this man, and when I asked to see it she tore it up. Had there been nothing wrong she would not have done that. Well — what do you want me to say? It is infamous... I made a scene — not too violent a one — and no one stirred until I threatened to write to the Prefect. Oh! then they stirred. I believe approaches had already been made to the Prefect. As for me, all this has killed me for today — my indignation at seeing all these lies and all this filth.
We went to the Gavinis', where there was quite a gathering, then to the Souzas' and the Karageorgevitchs'.
Monsieur and Madame Lacon came to call. Florence is as charming as ever. I am dead on my feet with fatigue.
— An article in Le Pays, and a very powerful one, upon my word.
— "Do you read the newspapers, Mademoiselle?" Julian said to me this morning.
— "I was just going to ask you the same, Monsieur."
— "Ah! Indeed?"
— "Yes."